Holding Two Truths in One Brain
This one's for you, Lee
My husband’s employee called and tried to keep me calm.
“David is in the hospital. He’s okay. He’ll talk to you later.”
Of course, I was NOT calm.
I was in Florida. He was in DC. What was going on?
Hours later, David finally called.
He told me he’d been short of breath. His chest felt tight. He thought he might be having a heart attack. So he Googled the best heart hospital in DC… and drove himself there.
(Yes. Drove himself.)
But not to worry.
The BEST heart doctor in the metro DC area had checked him out. Top to bottom. Ran a variety of tests. Declared him healthy—just stressed.
A panic attack.
David reassured me he was fine. Healthy. Nothing to worry about.
“Are you sure?” I asked.
Yes.
“How thorough was the doctor?”
“Extremely thorough. One of the best.”
I paused.
“Then he missed something,” I said.
“No, he didn’t.”
“Let me get this straight. You were in pain. You couldn’t breathe. You thought you were having a heart attack. And you drove yourself across DC.”
“That’s right.”
“Then he’s not that good of a doctor,” I said.
“Because he missed something MAJOR—your head was up your butt!”
And I proceeded to tell my husband exactly what I thought: he had been driving while impaired, and he could have killed himself—or someone else.
That’s what I was thinking about when I wrote about Tiger Woods this week.
Here’s the thing: you can hold two truths at the same time.
I can feel compassion for Tiger Woods.
And I can believe he should face the full force of the law for driving while impaired.
Both are true.
End of story.
Mystery Mondays
Speaking of stories…
Our guest this coming Monday (April 6) at 7 p.m. ET at Joanna’s Readers (https://www.facebook.com/groups/1602372550058785) is Cindy Kirk. Her new book—Dead at First Bark- was released on April 2. She’s written 95 books (!), and we had so much fun talking together. You’ll love her.
My husband insists on driving himself in emergencies, too. I feel for you.
Husbands!!!! Glad he is okay